I woke up this morning with my cat's face so close, I could feel her breath on my eyelashes.
In other news, did you know Monday's post was my 200th? Yeah, me neither. But to all four of you who follow me, and have stuck around for the ride, thank you.
I started this blog because I'd recently adopted a three-legged puff of hair, and I wanted to do my part to raise awareness about how awesome dogs are, altered mobility or no. I still try to do that with my "Hops in the Right Direction" series, but those are never my most popular posts. That's okay. You're stuck with it.
By far and away, my most popular post has been The Hunger Games and Nazi Germany: Visual Metaphor in the Film and Why It Works. It's the post that got me a call-out from Neil Howe, who's kind of a hero of mine. It's the post that made the first page of a Google search, and it's still the first for the search "Hunger Games Nazi Germany" (because I Google things that might bring up my blog like other people stalk their exes on Facebook). Clearly I posted that on a good day.
I've also posted about a particularly bad day. I forget what made it bad, but the hits on the post sure make me smile now.
I've given fashion advice and dating advice. I've given more unsolicited reading advice than anyone probably ever wanted, but who cares? Ian Beck, author extraordinaire, commented on my review! (Which renders your complaints invalid, by the way.)
AND I gave away free copies of the world's most disturbing pinup calendar. You know. For charity.
All in all, it's been an amazing ride. Thanks for sharing it with me.
Ready for the next leg of this road trip?
(Yes, that was a tripod joke.)
(Sorry.)
(True: You guys are the best. You're a little strange, but you're my favorite kind of strange.)
I've got two (legs, that is). My dog has three. I'm pretty sure that makes five. See? Thousands of dollars of post-secondary education at work, right there.
Showing posts with label Hunger Games. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hunger Games. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Clearly I'm Smarter Than You Think.
Because, see? I got a link-back here from Neil Howe, who is pretty much who I want to grow up to be. You know that term "Millenials?" He coined it. Because he's clever like that.
I haven't commented on his post. I honestly have no idea what to say that wouldn't make me sound like an excited fangirl. I'm actually somewhat familiar with his work with William Strauss (I'm only a dabbler), so for him to know I exist is pretty damn exciting.
Pardon me while I hyperventilate under my desk.
(True: A coworker just told me about this book, by this woman blogger she thought would interest me, and I was like, is it The Bloggess? And Let's Pretend This Never Happened? Because that book is on the top of my list. And then my coworker thought I was a huge nerd. And she was probably right.)
I haven't commented on his post. I honestly have no idea what to say that wouldn't make me sound like an excited fangirl. I'm actually somewhat familiar with his work with William Strauss (I'm only a dabbler), so for him to know I exist is pretty damn exciting.
Pardon me while I hyperventilate under my desk.
(True: A coworker just told me about this book, by this woman blogger she thought would interest me, and I was like, is it The Bloggess? And Let's Pretend This Never Happened? Because that book is on the top of my list. And then my coworker thought I was a huge nerd. And she was probably right.)
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
HOLY CRAP, YOU GUYS
I'm sorry for the shouting, but seriously. Just look at this:
And this:
That's Google, my friends. And screenshots. Unaltered ones, because I didn't even know how to take a screenshot until yesterday, when I grabbed that first one after very nearly passing out from hyperventilation. And my image altering skills exist entirely in Microsoft Paint.
So, if I don't blog tomorrow, it's probably because I've died of excitement.
And this:
That's Google, my friends. And screenshots. Unaltered ones, because I didn't even know how to take a screenshot until yesterday, when I grabbed that first one after very nearly passing out from hyperventilation. And my image altering skills exist entirely in Microsoft Paint.
So, if I don't blog tomorrow, it's probably because I've died of excitement.
Friday, April 6, 2012
The Hunger Games and Nazi Germany: Visual Metaphor in the Film and Why It Works
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Take off the hats and the stupid sweaters, and you've got some decent comparisons.
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But wait, there's more!
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Second, look at the gathering of people, how they are stand in neat blocks of humanity, facing a stage bare of decoration but for the country's flag...
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It's a lot smaller scale, obviously. But look at enough photos of Nazi gatherings, and you notice a trend. (And I don't just mean military events.) And look, a quote!
"If there has to be a choice between injustice and disorder, said Goethe, the German prefers injustice." - Barbara Tuchman
(She was an author and historian, so I'm going to assume she knew what she was talking about.
So, let's see if I can't come up with a point to all of this, eh? Something other than "At this point, I've done so many searches for various aspects of Nazi Germany that I'm probably on about twelve government watchlists."
Here you have two societies in which the totalitarian government has tight control over the populace and depends on order and propaganda to be able to perpetuate the atocities they are committing on their denizens. In District 12, where this control is very tightly held, the visual nods to Nazi Germany are very strong. In the woods outside the district, there is a sense of taking a deep breath, of lightness (literally--the colors are way more saturated), of freedom, albeit a freedom under constant threat (the used-to-be-electric fence, the airship from which Gale and Katniss hide). The Capitol has a hard (lots of concrete and glass) edge under the glamor, but the visual comparisons to Nazi Germany are fewer and farther between.
That worked for me (but not others), because it seemed to show that the government was willfully holding the outlying districts in this state of depression and anachronism, while life in the Capitol itself is not a utopia, either (which is a decent visual setup for what happens later, especially in the third installation of the series).
What did you think? Did the film's visual design depend too much on the past, considering it's ostensibly set sometime in the future? Was the Nazi symbolism too heavy-handed, or an appropriate nod to the totalitarian government that is first and foremost in our cultural awareness?
(True: I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I'm a big dweeb. Ten dollar words are sexy.)
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